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Before I knew the words to describe a rainbow, I could mix the colors of heaven, of mountains; of Arizona in the spring. Each morning in darkness before the molten Phoenix sun would crest the parched desert, Papa would sneak out the door quiet as a whisper to paint this house [...] The car engulfed with waves of mulled citrus mist warmed by your face watching mine in the mirror from the hallway as I lacquer on deep burgundy candy apple lipstick before the sun awakes early April morning. Memories of orange blossoms permeating the night sky on Route 66… the beige top down on the old [...] I have loved the thought of you since dawn… My soul was touched at twilight, melting my five year old heart as first stars appeared on the horizon in winter. Whispers… Hold my heart’s attention like the saxophone notes that breeze past gracing walls as sounds drift up the stairs [...]
You asked for someone To make base camp with So we could climb mountains And I had never Climbed to the third floor Of the building where I lived Let alone Kilimanjaro with a man You offered courage, strength Songs as slow as molasses sap Running from a tree in a cup Joy, rich as dark chocolate [...]
©2010 Howard Paley "Stillness at Dawn," Sedona, AZ The photographer calls me Echoing God’s voice as it reverberates Against red walls of stone A sculpture of magical vistas whisper Dewey dawns of morning light Amethyst blush of babies cheeks Ochre shades of foxes’ tails Raccoon eyes that see the night Become [...]
by Jane Penland Hoover Some ladies in black hats, and red flowered Green jackets, have a way of entering a place, making heads turn, no matter their age. Society teaches to be envious of beautiful young women, with tight [...] I need to write… a poem early… Before breakfast. Before caffeine dilutes My train of thought. Before dreams are lost And plans for work Muddle my mind, With stuff Of yesterdays Of tomorrows Of days left behind And gifts of days lingering to become As yet, unwrapped. I write… as my heart Fills [...] Sandra Elizabeth Larson's Photos I sleep in sheets the color of the Caribbean Sea at sunrise Remember a midnight green sky full of stars falling As I travel fast, West on I-40 towards Arizona Since I can’t sleep in New Mexico At least not well. Pale autumn colors cover me as My olive skin [...]
washed blueberries drain in a red colander with cherry cut out holes on the sides laid out on an indigo flowered towel to dry silently thanking God for blueberries remembering I’d [...] Maple, oak, aspen are going to sleep till spring Leaving behind a comforter of leaves In colors created by angels above the clouds Who sneak down before dawn With brushes held in pockets in their wings Dropping leaves of scarlet, tangerine, and lemon Leaves to warm the roots below, the earth above Even Sandia Mountain [...] Last minute presents I think they call them Bought by some at a car wash or an airport. An afterthought, not a real present purchased by someone who remembers ahead of time intending to watch your eyes light up the room.
Afterthoughts… …like reasons and excuses [...] |
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